Hidden in Childhood – Nascosto nell’infanzia

We’re almost there! I can feel February approaching. Every year I struggle through January, taking it one day at a time, trying to beat the blues that weigh heavily on me. Three more days to go…I can do this.

On a happier note the poetry anthology, which features two of my poems, is now available on most Amazon market places from the rather long link below. I’m told it has already reached number 4 on the best sellers list.

https://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Childhood-Anthology-Literary-Revelations/dp/B0BT5C7WYR/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1674836549&sr=8-1

My two poems Kingdom of the Snow and When I was four are both memories from my childhood, one happy and one sad.

As we get older our childhood tiptoes back into our thoughts. Some days I can see the young me as clearly as I can see myself in the mirror.

I sit down and write every day. Mostly I work on my current book, but occasionally I’m drawn to poetry. Writing is a great release for me, and has been since since I was young.

My mum taught me to put on a brave face and hide my feelings. I tried, but felt much better when I allowed them to tumble from my brain in the form of a story.

We all find our way in life!

Have a lovely day everyone.

Good News on a Rainy Monday – Buone notizie in un lunedì piovoso

Rainy days and Mondays don’t always get me down!

As soon as the rain eased up I went for a walk. I don’t like being trapped indoors all day.

I got back home to a blazing fire (thanks to hubby), so I sat in my favourite red chair to work on my current book. Before immersing myself, I decided to check emails, and found the the nicest surprise waiting for me in my inbox. Literary Revelations, a New York Publishing House, are including one (or maybe two) of my poems in their poetry anthology Hidden in Childhood.

The anthology, due to be released at the end of January, is edited and curated by Gabriela Marie Milton. Gabriela is an Amazon bestselling poet and an internationally published author. She has many books to her name, including the #1 best-selling poetry collection Woman: Splendour and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose, and is the author of Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings. She edited and curated the anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women.

If you follow my blog, you’ll know writing has been my passion since I was a teenager. My books, which are available on Amazon, have never made me rich, but always make me happy. To be recognised and published by someone else just warms my heart. I’m beyond thrilled.

My Birthday is next week, and not usually a day (for many reasons), that I enjoy. This year I’m going to celebrate.

I’m not just any old gal in her sixties…

Searching for fairies

Was I borne odd? Perhaps. It’s hard to tell. I was always a little different though. The odd one out. I didn’t enjoy playing with the other kids. Instead I’d find a place to sit in a quiet forest, surrounded by bluebells.

Making myself comfortable against the trunk of a tree I’d sit there for hours looking for fairies. I believed in fairies and every time someone said they didn’t, I’d cry, knowing a fairy died when you said you didn’t believe.

As I sat there I’d dream about my future. Not fame, fortune and riches. I’d dream about happiness and beautiful places I’d heard of, but never seen. I’ve visited many of those places now and I think I’m ready to settle down in the one that captured my heart.

Retirement is looming, not so young anymore, but I still look for fairies. I know they’re out there.

Time

 

 

No matter how you choose to track time, you can’t stop it, you can’t speed it up and you can’t slow it down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought my childhood would last forever. Our summer breaks from school seemed endless. Wonderful times filled with bike rides, walks, picnics, family trips to the seaside. Time really seemed to go more slowly when we were kids.

Was it because we had more time?

Years stretched out ahead of us with no end in sight.

We spent many long hours building sand castles on the beach.

 

 

 

 

We would walk along the promenade with our ice creams, the cold sticky creamy mess dripping on our arms, and wonder why the old folk were looking at us longingly. The would smile and talk to us, but they looked sad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were us once. Now their time was passing much too quickly and they watched us with envy, wishing it would slow down.

The  first ten years of our lives seem to last a century. The second ten years go a little more quickly and before we know it, we are married, with children of our own. We rush through the day, sometimes wishing our time away.

“I wish my child was older so I didn’t have to change diapers, I wish she was in school so I could go back to work.”

Be careful what you wish for. Now my child is 28 and has her own home and her own life. I am so proud of her and all she has accomplished, but I do miss that beautiful little toddler with the mischievous grin.

Don’t rush your children. Let them enjoy their childhood because it doesn’t last long.